The red light on the keypad blinked. It was the only thing I could see in the dark. It felt like an eye. Marcus was watching. Even when he wasn't there, he was there.
I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the power drill. I heard the click of the lock.
At 7:00 AM, my door beeped. Someone else had typed in the code. I sat up, pulling the blanket to my chin.
It was my mother. She had a tray with green juice and a small bowl of fruit. Behind her, Harris stood in the hallway like a stone statue.
"Time to get up, sweetie," Lydia said. She sounded like she was talking to a toddler. Her voice was too high. Too happy. "We have a big day. The gala fitting is tomorrow, but Marcus wants a full run-through of the family talking points this morning."
"Talking points?" I asked. My vo
